On the Alamo - Benny Goodman Sextet

lonely through the long weary day,

lonely in the gloaming i stray,

and in fancy i am down where

someone’s waiting for me.

down there where i long to be roaming,

noonlight tells me love’s dream is o’er,

moonlight finds me wand’ring once more.

where the moon swings low,

on the alamo,

in a garden fair where roses grow.

in the tender light of the summer night,

i can see her wander to and fro.

for she said i’ll wait by the garden gate,

on the night i said i love you so.

and in all my dreams it seems i go,

where the moon swings low

on the alamo.